pendantry | Eleven

Eleven

There's nobody here to make weapons.

[Blunt, void of feeling, and crisp. She doesn't even drum her fingers on the counter beside the open book.]

Winry's gone too.

[One more dart.]

If you want to work here, there's room.

[As long as you leave her alone and don't ask about interviews.]

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[Those interested in purchasing her wares, picking up things they asked for, or unpleasant conversation with Raven the eternally grumpy, can find her in the smithy in the morning through midafternoon, and then in the cafe, trying and failing to sort out what she's supposed to do with an art club it pains her to attend.]

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Hm... perhaps a green or an herbal tea might work? [Nothing sweet, but she doesn't want her companion to get stuck nursing something she doesn't quite want.]

That's fine. [This woman has so many questions.] Thanks.

You're welcome. I'll be right back.

[And off she goes to put in the request with one of the available workers before settling into the seat across from her.]

[Raven can't find a way to be comfortable in the chair. She tries with her hands in her lap, legs crossed, then leaning on her elbows on the table, then wrapped around herself, and by the time Raine gets back she has her arms crossed and her coat half-drawn up onto her lap. It's all very awkward.]